Nothing in the world of football should ever shock us, but I must say my faith in our game was tested to the limit this week when I read in horror the apparent farcical goings on at White Hart Lane.

Nothing in the world of football should ever shock us, but I must say my faith in our game was tested to the limit this week when I read in horror the apparent farcical goings on at White Hart Lane.

It's ridiculous to think that Martin Jol's position as manager was any way in doubt after two (yes, count them: two) defeats.

After several years in Premiership mid-table wilderness, the big smiley Dutchman has surely brought the Spurs faithful a taste of something a lot better, hasn't he?

I'm really not certain if to laugh or cry, but if loyalty is going to be as flimsy as that then it's not a surprise top coaches have no

problem moving to greener pastures at the drop of a hat.

I realise the officials at Tottenham have

spoken out to deny everything, but then at

the same time Mr Ramos of Sevilla spilled the beans and gleefully told the press he was offered silly money to take over from Jol.

Think what you like, but there's generally no smoke without at least the odd flame.

Staying in the north of the capital and onto the midweek proceedings at the 'New' Wembley, perhaps someone would be kind enough to explain why David Beckham

needed to fly in for a friendly international; maybe he was topping up his air miles?

I see his US team, beautifully described by BBC's Mark Lawrenson as playing in “La La Land” were stuffed upon his arrival.

The now beardless Alexi Lalas was understandably less than pleased.

The first three games for City have given us all a gathering dosage of encouragement and I hope our comeback against Saints last weekend was a sign of things to come.

I was impressed with the attitude and belief of the players, spurred on - it must be said - by the backing of the Carrow Road faithful.

This subtle added ingredient will give us all a lot more satisfaction, if not a few extra points over the season.

A record-equalling 52 Capital Canaries on the official train trip back to the smoke last Saturday were certainly happy enough.

Fozzy, whose introduction to the central midfield at half time gave us that vital

additional bite, will be missed and we wish him a speedy recovery.

I really think Jamie's golden boots will keep banging them in. Four in two games without any ammunition from Hucks can only mean good things ahead for the little man.

So, as the transfer window begins to close, I'm looking forward to the final pieces of the Grant/Duffy/Gunn jigsaw (starting with new boy Ian Murray) giving us the extra strength to build on the decent start.